A/N:
Written for a
white rain for a
drabble challenge on my journal. It is intentionally this short,
complete,
and will not be updated. Ever.

Prompt:
Sorata x Subaru,
'cookies'

Enjoy!

xxx

TLC

xxx

"Yo,
Subaru," was the first thing Sorata said after essentially
pulverizing the front door. "You're way too skinny."

"My
door," Subaru protested weakly, taken aback but too tired to
take any positive action such as politely ushering Sorata out with
the nearest broom or other conveniently placed blunt object.

Sorata,
predictably, ignored him and heaved an enormous pile of grocery bags
onto the table, which groaned alarmingly. "You are going to eat,
whether you want to or not. Even if I have to clamp your nose shut
and feed it to you with a spoon."

"That
won't be necessary, Sorata-san. I'll eat."

He was so
pale he was nearly translucent, pale enough that Sorata could see the
fine tracery of blue veins beneath the skin of his wrists and
eyelids. There was so little to him. It made Sora want to tie him
down so he wouldn't float away by accident on the next half-serious
wind.

"What do
you want? I got a little bit of everything, so I can probably make
pretty much anything you want. I don't suck too much in the kitchen,
despite appearances."

"Um,"
said Subaru, lowering his eyelashes thoughtfully until they nearly
brushed his cheeks. "Do you... um. Have any...ah, cookies?"

Sorata stared
at him. "Cookies."

Subaru nodded
shyly, drawing slightly in on himself and blushing faintly.

"You
haven't eaten properly in weeks, and you want cookies."

He nodded
again.

So Sorata,
being Sorata, hauled an enormous bag of chocolate chip cookies out of
a bag near the middle and tossed it into Subaru's lap with a rueful
grin. "I have milk too. That has calcium, so at least have some
of that with those."

It was
worth the enormous chunk out of his wallet, the ache in his arms from
carrying all those bags all this way, and
the gigantic bruise
forming on his shoulder then when Subaru finally smiled a real
smile that had some
real joy behind it.

"Better,"
he said with a smile of his own, and took out the milk.

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